After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The blade galloped forward, and a strong air current came over with a firm killing intent.

He raised his feet abruptly and stepped back, his dark blue clothes fluttered like a butterfly, he turned sideways, the silver light sword blade slashed in front of him, there was a soft sound of cloth being cut, and a hole was torn in the golden brocade coat on his chest , revealing the white clothes inside.

His light brown eyes looked down at the blade of the sword that was close at hand, and his appearance was reflected in the sharp silver light.

The ice-blue glazed painting leaps up, unfurls in a moment, and turns into a painting coat as transparent as cicada's wings to resist the sword's edge.

Two arc-shaped winds formed between the white sword energy and the scroll, whistling past his ears.

Looking at it from above, the sword-wielding man is dressed in black, with a white and ominous ghost covering his face, which looks like a ball of black ink. There are two black holes in the eyes on the mask, and the cold and bloodthirsty death looks like a ghost from the underworld.

This feeling of deja vu...

Yan Lin's eyes flickered slightly, he remembered.

It's Yougu Shanlian... the group of men in black who chased the An brothers and sisters.

How did they appear here?Why kill him?Did he come here for An Yijing again? !

He looked in the direction of the direction, but found that she also looked surprised.

It happened so fast, just when An Jinnian and Han Qisheng were about to rush over to help him out, several other men in black flew out of the white miasma, standing with their swords in their hands, the light of the sword was flying, almost in an instant. They started to fight.

Three golden elixirs and one bigu late stage, within a few moments, dozens of moves have been passed, the man in black made fierce moves, stabbing towards the fatal place, as if there was no way out for them from the beginning.

Resolutely without hesitation.

Obviously waiting for them to come and reap their lives.

In a place like the Ruins Wonderland... Maybe someone let them in on purpose and ordered them to stay here and wait for the rabbits to come and kill one by one.

who is it?Who has this ability?

At least one must have a cultivation level above the fusion stage to have a chance...

On the other hand, Han Qisheng made a plan before moving, his swordsmanship was calm and unpretentious, his moves were solid, seemingly simple but vivid, for a while the black ghost mask man couldn't succeed, but was gradually suppressed.

On the other hand, An Jinnian's side was also calm and breezy, the ghost of blood transformed into a blood-colored transparent long sword, and the red streamer changed during the fight. An Yijing was behind him, struggling to deal with one of them, An Jinnian immediately pulled at him. Come here and leave her alone.

Sure enough, it is still so meticulous, the way of a gentleman everywhere.

Yan Lin looked over carefully, and found that the hypocrisy was thrown aside, the eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling were indifferent and playful, and there was a sharp edge under the gentle surface.

Obviously these men in black aroused his interest.

Although the cultivation level of the man in black was not low, the blood spirit was easy to attack and defend. After dozens of fights, the two men in black couldn't get close to An Jinnian even if they joined hands.

It's like being played by him.

The man in black quickly discovered the situation, changed his moves, and became a little more urgent in the fierce, but they were just a few yellow-mouthed children, how could it be so difficult?

The sound of long swords staggered into the ears, the barrier resisted, and the man in black was restrained by a long belt. The man in black who fought with Yan Lin was also surprised. He seemed to have never thought that it would be so difficult. He paused, suddenly turned his wrist, and grabbed the blade with his left hand and pulled it hard. Blood dripped to the ground along the edge of the sword and scattered in the air.

Afterwards, the left hand changed the technique, and soon, a black and strange magic circle appeared on the ground and surrounded Yanlin.

Yan Lin's eyes sank, but he was unmoved, fearless, and prepared to raise his cultivation base to expand the picture scroll to compete with it.

He is not afraid of Jindan early-stage formations——

At this time, something suddenly wrapped around his waist and pulled him back, his body flew out uncontrollably, leaving the range of the formation in an instant.

The next moment, a hand rested on the back of his waist, stopping him firmly.

The clear and pleasant voice was suppressed very low, adding a bit of a deep taste.

"That's the devouring array, you're going crazy and rushing up."

An Jinnian stared straight ahead, half of his face fell into the shadow of his tall nose bridge, deeply curled up, the blood-colored long sword was in his hand, and a white silk gauze was wrapped around his hand and arm at the place where the sword was held. Wrapped around twice, the remaining part gradually became transparent and floated in the air in the wind.

The Sword of Essence, standing up against the sword, bursting with momentum, looks a bit like a swordsman.

He staggered the hands behind him and wanted to say something, but the two ghost-masked men in black on the opposite side didn't give the chance at all, and attacked like ghosts with their swords.

An Jinnian's eyes sharpened, he let go of his hand, pushed him back, and went up to him: "You take her to the front first, we will come over later, you will only get in the way if you stay here."

Yan Lin looked at An Yijing who was blushing beside her, and for a while his face was a little ugly, getting in the way... These words are really not polite at all.

At the same time, the man in black who had just fought against him on the other side also rushed up.

"Yes, you guys go there first, we'll be here soon." Han Qisheng said loudly to him, and flew over to catch the man in black's move.

If that's the case, then they should go there first. No matter whether they are here for An Yijing or not, it is always right to take her to a safe place first. The mission of the four people, but none of them can be missed.

As for the two of them, they will only have another round when the time comes.

Besides, the cultivation bases of the four men in black are almost all at the early stage of Golden Core, and there should be no problem with the two middle stages of Golden Core.

Yan Lin didn't linger anymore, nodded towards An Yijing, and said seriously: "Then let's go first, and leave this place to them."

"……it is good."

An Yijing pondered for a moment, nodded heavily in response, and she also clearly understood that her cultivation in the late stage of Bigu was just a drag here, and would even become their target.

If you can't beat it, at least you can't cause trouble.

Glancing in the direction where the two disappeared, An Jinnian looked away.

Xue Youjian held a sword flower and landed beside him. He looked at the two people in front of him, his eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth raised an invisible arc, which seemed to be full of vigor and fighting spirit. And fierce, with a deterrent force that cannot be ignored.

Han Qisheng also felt the change in him, glanced sideways, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The fog was hazy, the white mist gathered and scattered, and the man in black seemed to be indifferent, his tall body stood still, and the time stopped for a second, and the killing intent burst out in an instant, and the two opposing parties leaned forward with their swords in hand .

........

On the other side, Yan Lin and the others sprinkled some permethrin on their bodies, and rushed forward quickly, passing through the thick mist of miasma, and a fluorescent cave appeared in front of them.

"It's here." Yan Lin stood at the entrance of the cave, his eyes swept across the shimmering virtual light, and he said softly.

An Yijing also followed, looking around the cliff and the cave: "Is this the Youchi?"

"It should be, we will know exactly where we go in." He stretched out his hand to probe the entrance of the cave, but the illusory light of the enchantment did not stop him, but allowed him to probe back and forth.

"Then let's go in right away. If we can get the Purple Leaf Lotus root early, we can rush back to pick them up and leave immediately."

"it is good."

He answered straightforwardly, but it was only on the third floor just now, and the road ahead might be even more dangerous. It would be impossible to simply enter and exit, and he only hoped that everything was under his control.

Thinking, the figures of the two disappeared in the virtual light at the entrance of the cave, and there was silence around them.

Stepping into the entrance of the cave, An Yijing was overwhelmed by the scenery in front of her, the shining color was reflected in her eyes, her expression was slightly stunned, and she couldn't hide her surprise.

There is another world here, full of greenery in spring, orange-yellow and maple-red leaves in autumn, the breeze caresses the fallen leaves, and the lush green branches are swaying, and the scenery of the two seasons blends together in a world.

The beauty is eye-catching, lingering and stopping, eagerly watching.

"...Did we come to the wrong place?" An Yijing murmured with her eyes slightly glazed over.

Yan Lin had no intention of appreciating the illusory beauty, but with a solemn expression, silently recited a few meditation mantras in his heart, held the red jade in his sleeves tightly, and said with a pure heart: "That's right, it's here."

Once you step here, you can only go to the end, there is no turning back.

In fact, the state of delusion is good for people with pure minds, it cannot be infected, the mind is deep but the will is firm, and the impact is not great, because it cannot be shaken.

At that time, what you see in your eyes is what you think in your heart, and your delusion becomes reality, a scene of intertwined fiction and reality.

So all he can do is relax his mind and not be driven by delusion, so that he may not repeat the same mistakes and fail to fall to the bottom!

the other side

The blood-colored transparent sword passed through the black clothes, and after a while, the body of the black-clothed man was like a burning piece of paper, and disappeared into the white mist with the wind.

Han Qisheng watched the last man in black disappear, with a complicated expression on his gentle and kind face. An Jinnian's methods were merciless, and he didn't even press for an interrogation.

"...Do you know that they have all been affected by the Ember of Soul?"

An Jinnian glanced sideways at him, smiled slightly, but the dark red eyes were as calm as water, the sword shadow disappeared, and his spirit was withdrawn, his tone was natural, but mixed with undisguised bloodthirsty coldness: "I don't know, I just didn't intend to let them live from the beginning."

So it doesn't matter who sent them here, he just killed them one by one.

Han Qisheng looked at his smiling side face, his expression moved slightly, not only surprised by his indifference, but also shocked by his coldness and cruelty.

It's completely different from the smiling face when we first met...

An Jinnian didn't care about Han Qisheng's brief silence, nor did he pay attention to it. He just gently wiped away the red stains on his hands, looking relaxed and at ease.

It's just a freshman in his twenties, with such a deep and ruthless mood... If he grows up, then the future...

Han Qisheng couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart, and it ran through his whole body, his head almost instinctively issued a warning that this person was very dangerous.

After a while, Han Qisheng said in a deep voice, "Since it's been resolved, let's go."

An Jinnian smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Seeing Han Qisheng disappear into the white mist, An Jinnian walked out.

At the moment when he stepped into the white mist, he paused, his eyes flickered slightly, and his leisurely expression gradually disappeared.

He raised his eyes and stared forward.

Sure enough, the next moment, the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

The white mist and miasma rock disappeared, and he stood on a shimmering sea of ​​mirrors.

A foot away, a man in a black cloak stood opposite him. He was tall and slender, wearing a half-gold mask, with a high nose bridge, and his narrow and dark eyes were exposed. He was silent, like the sea of ​​the abyss, daunting.

In the quiet and eerie surroundings, there was not even the sound of the wind, and the air around the man in black was filled with a chilling killing intent, and there was still a huge coercion even if there were relics suppressing it.

Straightforward and powerful.

Facing such killing intent, An Jinnian raised his eyebrows slightly, squinted his eyes, looked straight at the past, and said recklessly and flamboyantly: "... such a strong killing intent... It seems that you hate me very much, and you can't wait to kill me." Then quickly..."

The man in black didn't answer.

An Jinnian smiled slightly, calm and composed, with a relaxed tone: "I deliberately ambushed here, and even set up an illusion to wait for me. If you know my whereabouts well, then you must know that my natural treasure is the purple leaf lotus root... If you can get this Information, you must have a high status."

The dark eyes of the man in black remained motionless, silent, without saying a word, but with a sense of looking down from top to bottom.

An Jinnian wasn't angry when he ignored him, but the corner of his lips curled up at the other party's calm attitude of being sure to win.

Sure enough, he just hates this kind of person.

Although I don't know who the other party is, they must be enemies——

"If you want to kill me, then show your skills!"

As soon as An Jinnian's words fell, the blood spirit emerged and rushed over.

The man in black looked at him coldly, turned his right hand, and a silver fan appeared in his hand...

However, Han Qisheng, who was walking in front, didn't hear the movement behind him. When he turned his head, he found that there was nothing behind him, and An Jinnian had long since disappeared.

.........

Yan Lin and An Yijing walked along the autumn scenery path, the dead leaves fell on the ground in a thick layer, and they made a small sound when they stepped on them. The path wide for several people meanders upwards, and they have been walking along this road for a long time.

An Jinnian and Han Qisheng could not be seen catching up behind them.

I don't know if it's because of Chiyu, but there are no more phantoms and phantoms along the way, and the troubles of the previous life have not appeared, and everything is very real.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Young Master Yan and Yunhua should have a good relationship..." An Yijing who was walking beside him suddenly said.The awkward silence between the two was broken.

Yunhua is An Jinnian's nickname.

Yan Lin looked sideways and saw that her eyebrows and eyes were drooping, and her black hair was hanging down to her chest. There was still a bit of shyness and restraint of a girl mixed with euphemism.

Yan Lin didn't know the intention of her words, thought for a while, and decided to ask her back: "Why do you think so?"

An Yijing's expression softened.

"Why...Because I've been with him for so many years, and I've never seen him with such straightforward emotions, and even...the way he talks to you is very different, very real and comfortable." She spoke slowly, as if deliberating What vocabulary should I use, but the smile on the corners of her mouth and eyebrows is obvious. It can be seen that she is happy, and that faint joy cannot be ignored.

What is she happy about?

reality?It's just one of his hypocrisy. In two lifetimes, he never dared to confidently say that he saw through An Jinnian.

Good relationship... It's also like a joke, a sarcastic joke.

"The so-called difference may also be a kind of his ego...and we just met for the first time, so there is no saying that the relationship is good or bad." Yan Lin said half-truth and half-false, trying to confuse it vaguely After all, it was always weird to discuss An Jinnian with her.

An Yijing smiled softly.

"No, it's different, I can see it, and..." An Yijing said for a while, then turned her head to look at him, her handsome and delicate side face made her cheeks flash a little red, and her voice was a little softer: " Young Master Yan, you are a very nice person, and it is only natural that Jinnian is willing to get along with you."

Yan Lin was suddenly praised, but didn't react for a while.

Was he too hasty recently and forgot to pretend to be a dude, giving her a wrong perception and misleading her senses.

But he can't always say, 'No, I'm not good'.

Just as he was thinking about how to answer, there was a discussion behind the tall grass at the corner ahead.

"Why is the quality of the juniors in this world so poor? They fell down one by one without doing a few tricks, like a piece of trash." A shrill, joking voice sounded.

"Haha, that's right, I got hit three times during the bigu period just now."

"...Don't worry, those famous families haven't come out yet, wait until you catch them, and then slowly play to your heart's content." A slightly hoarse voice also intervened.

As soon as the bantering and vicious words of the few people fell, Yan Lin and An Yijing who were behind the bushes looked at each other, their brows frowned, and their expressions changed slightly.

The malice between words...

He tilted his head slightly, looked over the tall grass, and looked behind. This look, he happened to fall into a certain cold eye. Those eyes were glowing red, as if they had been waiting for a long time, and they narrowed their eyes slightly maliciously. .

Obviously, the other party already knew they were behind.

There was a trace of panic in his heart, and he couldn't help but look away, but the other party smiled wantonly.

Subconscious sense of crisis.

Without saying a word, Yan Lin pulled An Yijing and rushed out, but before they could take a step, a figure flashed through the tall grass to them, and directly patted him on the body.

A burst of sandalwood fragrance burst into the nose.

A violent blow landed on his chest, and he was sent flying almost instantly, crashing under a maple tree, knocking down many flying red maple leaves.

He was originally damaged in the chest cavity when he forcibly broke the blood barrier of the black unicorn, and now he was slapped with full strength. He bent down and spit out a mouthful of blood, which flowed down the corner of his mouth. Full of serious Ling Ran.

It's actually the late Jindan period——!

And the three people waiting in the rear immediately moved forward and surrounded him.

Yan Lin's thoughtful gaze swept over the group of people, seeing that their casual attire should be casual cultivators.

At the same time, from the corner of his eye, he also saw the corpses of several cultivation disciples lying not far away, their clothes were ragged, and they were covered in bright red.

He covered his chest and stood up staggeringly, wiping the red from the corners of his mouth. He was suppressed in the mid-Gold Core Stage, and he couldn't beat them just like this.

If he forcibly breaks the suppression, it will only make his seriously injured interior even more miserable, and even...

He can't afford to bet--

"Isn't this coming as soon as you say it?"

"We were worried that we couldn't find anyone, so you sent it to our door."

The few people standing beside him were chatting, their tone was full of arrogance, Yan Lin pursed his lips tightly, and clenched the glazed scroll by his side, he could feel the coercion of these people, it was all golden pills Mid-term cultivation base.

This is trouble.

There was a hint of tension in the air, and he was ready to guard his surroundings, suppressing his voice.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?"

"Because of your clothes."

A person walked out slowly holding An Yijing.

He is dressed in brown linen clothes, not tall and thin, with a long sword on his back, his face is ordinary and fair without a trace of blood, his messy hair is tied behind his head, and a pair of red phoenix eyes are cold and paranoid.

Maybe it was because she disliked An Yijing's struggle, or she was not worried about them escaping at all, so she casually pushed and threw it in front of him as if disgusted, and Yan Lin naturally took it. Seeing her terrified look, she frowned and threw She guards behind.

The man stared at him with cold, snake-like eyes, and slowly walked towards him, looking up and down with red eyes, and stopped after walking a few steps, with a sneer on his face: "...the golden thread embossed pattern on the dark blue brocade, You are the direct descendant of Haoran Immortal Mansion."

Listening to his affirmative tone, Yan Lin remained silent.

"There are only two sons in the Haoran Immortal Mansion. I have met the world-renowned Immortal Yiqing...they can only be the second sons who rarely show up. Right, it's the first time we meet, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

As he said that, he bowed down and saluted slightly, with a rather polite look, but he paused when he got up, put away his smile, and stared at Yan Lin with cold eyes.

The color of the clothes of each cultivator is a symbol of status in normal times, and it is also the most dangerous exposure in times of danger.

"Meeting is fate. Our brothers came to participate in the relics fairyland event this time... just want to take this opportunity to get rid of the direct line of the famous family, and enjoy the way you kneel down and beg for mercy, cry bitterly, and suffer all kinds of humiliation. And Now, it's just right to have you as the finale."

His tone was very low, his voice was deep, and he was faintly trying to restrain something, his cold eyes were full of light, as if he had seen some beautiful and foreseeable future.

"Don't worry, I will let you enjoy it and give you the dignity of the three sects."

Yan Lin looked at the paranoid fierceness in his eyes, the deeper red light, and his crazy words, with a complex expression.

Now he can be sure.

These people have been controlled by this state of delusion, and the resentment deep in their hearts has been wirelessly expanded, elongated, and finally controlled their behavior.

"Brother, why are you talking so much to him? I think he looks much better than the female cultivator next to me. It would be a waste not to enjoy it."

Yan Lin was taken aback.

Don't you want to kill him?

What are they talking about?

"That's right, this handsome one is a hundred times better than those just now!"

The naked and direct eyes of several people fell on him, and they raised their pants when they spoke. The presumptuous language and disgusting eyes made Yan Lin pale, his expression slightly stagnant, and he looked shocked as if he was frightened .

what are they trying to do! ...

He took two steps back, three golden cores in the middle stage, and one in the late stage... He has no chance of winning at all!

His terrified appearance fell into the eyes of the leader, and in an instant, he smiled sarcastically, his tone was very soft, and his narrow eyes were full of obscenity: "You young master, I'm afraid you haven't tasted the beauty of men. ..."

"Looking at him like this, it must be the first time! We made money!"

"It was you who came first a few times ago, but this time I will come first!"

"Can you satisfy him with your skinny bones?"

"What do you tube!"

Yan Lin's eyes widened, and his ears echoed. It was the first time he heard such dirty words, it was disgusting!

His complexion changed, it was ugly, and he tried his best to restrain the disgust surging in his chest.

"It's a pity, they all want to taste the taste of the second son of the Haoran Immortal Mansion." The leader looked at him carefully again from top to bottom.

The young man was tall and straight, his blue robe was torn in two holes, his blue headband fell on his chest, his fair forehead was a little messy with bangs, his thin lips were lightly pursed, as if he was restraining something, and his bright eyes sparkled With a tough light, it is very beautiful, like a beautiful trapped beast just showing its minions, with a fatal attraction.

It's hard just looking at it.

Those eyes with red and dark clouds rolling, full of desire, ugly and shuddering.

A strange panic that he had never experienced before rushed into his mind, and he really panicked.

But An Yijing, who was behind Yan Lin, finally couldn't help her red eyes, full of disbelief, and shouted in a trembling voice: "You are crazy! He is a man!"

The body in front of her trembled.

Her choking voice seemed to please those people. They were stunned for a second, and then laughed wildly, resounding in the quiet valley, laughing at her innocence and her pointless questioning.

The people next to her stepped forward to grab her, but the leader waved his hand to tell them not to move rashly.

I just heard him say: "Men? Isn't it more interesting? A majestic man can only lie under others, open/open/legs at will, how beautiful is such a lowly appearance... So, I still like it." Humiliate such lowly people who seem arrogant and unattainable!"

An Yijing seemed to have been shattered from her soul, dazed and shocked, her stomach churning.

After finishing speaking, he cast a glance at An Yijing, and said mockingly: "You should be lucky, you are just a dispensable outer disciple... We are not interested in you, of course, we don't mind helping you solve it..."

An Yijing's blood faded instantly.

Her body froze in place, and the air was stagnant for a few seconds. Just when everyone thought she would give up on Yan Lin and run away, she jumped over him, stood in front of him stubbornly, protected him, and grabbed the dark blue shirt tightly.

She clenched her teeth, unwilling to give up.

She is timid and afraid, even at this moment her clenched hand is still trembling uncontrollably, but she cannot allow such a thing to happen!

I have to find a way to escape!to leave!

As long as they escape!

It was also when she was defenseless that she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her neck.

She only felt that her body had lost strength, and she fell backwards uncontrollably. In a blur of consciousness, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the young man behind her.

That face was looking at her tenderly, smiling slightly at her, with deep eyebrows and eyes, soft like the rising sun, with a hint of warmth, that look seemed to comfort her, telling her, 'Thank you, don't worry, It's ok' average.

She was terrified, but her strength was getting weaker and weaker, and the hand that was tightly grasping the blue shirt was slowly loosened.

"You don't want to..." Her voice was inaudible, and she even lost consciousness before she could finish speaking.

Yan Lin hugged her immediately, and gently put her under the tree beside him, paused for a moment, turned around, and looked at them.

With his hand on the Floating Scroll around his waist, and with a determined and desperate look in his eyes, he wanted to use his cultivation base to drive the natal magic weapon, but in the next second, his movements stopped.

He lowered his head, his face turned pale, and he stared blankly at his hands.

"Why, you finally found out."

When is...

Suddenly, he remembered, that strange sandalwood scent——

"Seal your self-proud cultivation base, and then humiliate you, how interesting it is to see the dignified Haoran Immortal Mansion's second son struggling like a beggar, otherwise, why do you think I would talk so much nonsense to you—"

"Early twenties is the golden core stage, the single ice spirit root that meets once in a thousand years will be destroyed in my hands today!"

He laughed wildly.

Joy and madness.

Yan Lin ignored it, as if he had made up his mind, he took off the blue glazed scroll and looked up at him.

Seeing his awe-inspiring appearance, the leader felt even more disgusted, wishing to tear off his clothes, remove his mask, and destroy him!

Yan Lin's light gaze passed over the approaching figures of several people, and looked at the silent trail of dead leaves behind, the winding road was empty, without a single figure.

At this moment, he actually hoped that the gray and white figure could appear in front of his eyes and walk towards him.

After a while, he laughed at himself again.

It seems that he is also in a state of obsession——

"Fuck-!"

There was a sound of brocade tearing.

(…………)

Outside the fairyland of the ruins, on the pumice stone, stood a figure, dressed in white snow, with a silver crown and white hair, a tall and tall figure, with a quiet and mysterious appearance carved in jade, with his eyes closed, his clothes were as graceful as a fairy, like the clouds above the void , can't be expected.

Suddenly, a coercive pressure like a collapse of the sky poured down, and all the pumice stones were pushed down by a foot. He opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the closed entrance, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

The pitch-black long sword was grasped in the air, and it slashed down in a panic. The overwhelming sword force broke through the entrance of the ruins, and a big black mouth appeared.

Jianxiu in white flew in, and the huge coercion disappeared in an instant.

The pumice stone returns to its place, and the breeze blows a trace of dust.